i count the things that bother me
missing parts and broken ends
i wonder where the hurting stops
and when healing will begin
i keep on trying to understand
but it comes as no easy feat
when emotions conflict with your words
all you can do is grieve
i grieve for the furrows of my brow
the wrinkles in my eyes
constantly dismayed at how
i cant stop with the whys
tomorrow i face a new day
and i don't know where to begin
i'll just close my eyes
take a deep breath
and hope that i will always have the strength.
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 12:47 PM UTC
i count the things that bother me
missing parts and broken ends
i wonder where the hurting stops
and when healing will begin
i keep on trying to understand
but it comes as no easy feat
when emotions conflict with your words
all you can do is grieve
i grieve for the furrows of my brow
the wrinkles in my eyes
constantly dismayed at how
i cant stop with the whys
tomorrow i face a new day
and i don't know where to begin
i'll just close my eyes
take a deep breath
and hope that i will always have the strength.
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